The 'Hades' episode takes place on the way to, and in, Prospect Cemetery (Glasnevin), in the northern suburb of Dublin, some 2 miles from the city center. In this SV, we see from left to right: the chapel used for funeral services, including Dignam's; the round tower that marks the grave of O'Connell; a celtic cross; the mausoleum of Cardinal McCabe.
"Martin Cunningham, first, poked his silkhatted head into the creaking carriage and, entering deftly, seated himself. Mr Power stepped in after him, curving his height with care.
- Come on, Simon.
- After you, Mr Bloom said." (U6.1)
"All waited. Nothing was said. Stowing in the wreaths probably. I am sitting on something hard. Ah, that soap in my hip pocket. Better shift it out of that. Wait for an opportunity.
All waited. Then wheels were heard from in front, turning: then nearer: then horses' hoofs. A jolt. Their carriage began to move, creaking and swaying. Other hoofs and creaking wheels started behind. The blinds of the avenue passed and number nine with its craped knocker, door ajar. At walking pace.
They waited still, their knees jogging, till they had turned and were passing along the tramtracks. Tritonville road. Quicker. The wheels rattled rolling over the cobbled causeway and the crazy glasses shook rattling in the doorframes." (U6.21)
"- Down with his aunt Sally, I suppose, Mr Dedalus said, the Goulding faction, the drunken little costdrawer and Crissie, papa's little lump of dung, the wise child that knows her own father.
Mr Bloom smiled joylessly on Ringsend road. Wallace Bros: the bottleworks: Dodder bridge." (U6.51)
"Richie Goulding and the legal bag. Goulding, Collis and Ward he calls the firm. His jokes are getting a bit damp. Great card he was." (U6.56)
"Full of his son. He is right. Something to hand on. If little Rudy had lived. See him grow up. Hear his voice in the house. Walking beside Molly in an Eton suit. My son. Me in his eyes. Strange feeling it would be. From me." (U6.74)
Eton [= The King's College of Our Lady of Eton] is a public school for boys, founded in 1440 by King Henry VI. It is located in Eton, near Windsor in England, north of Windsor Castle, and is one of the original nine English public schools as defined by the Public Schools Act 1868.
The Eton suit consists of a short ('bum-freezer') jacket with a broad starched collar. Originally the uniform of the younger boys of Eton College (boys taller than 5'4" wore a tailcoat), it become a widespread juvenile fashion. The uniform gradually evolved during the 19c., with the jacket initially blue then black. By the Edwardian era, boys from respectable families almost invariably had an Eton suit as their Sunday best. Many private schools adopted 'Etons' as the everyday dress of younger pupils.
"Just a chance. Must have been that morning in Raymond terrace she was at the window, watching the two dogs at it by the wall of the cease to do evil. And the sergeant grinning up." (U6.77)
"She had that cream gown on with the rip she never stitched. Give us a touch, Poldy. God, I'm dying for it. How life begins.
Got big then. Had to refuse the Greystones concert." (U6.79)
"My son inside her. I could have helped him on in life. I could. Make him independent. Learn German too.
- Are we late? Mr Power asked.
- Ten minutes, Martin Cunningham said, looking at his watch." (U6.82)
"Mr Bloom set his thigh down. Glad I took that bath. Feel my feet quite clean. But I wish Mrs Fleming had darned these socks better." (U6.105)
"The carriage halted short.
- What's wrong?
- We're stopped.
- Where are we?
Mr Bloom put his head out of the window.
- The grand canal, he said." (U6.115)
"Gasworks. Whooping cough they say it cures. Good job Milly never got it. Poor children! Doubles them up black and blue in convulsions. Shame really."(U6.121)
"Got off lightly with illness compared. Only measles. Flaxseed tea. Scarlatina, influenza epidemics. Canvassing for death. Don't miss this chance." (U6.123)
"Poor old Athos! Be good to Athos, Leopold, is my last wish. Thy will be done. We obey them in the grave. A dying scrawl. He took it to heart, pined away. Quiet brute. Old men's dogs usually are." (U6.125)
"A raindrop spat on his hat. He drew back and saw an instant of shower spray dots over the grey flags. Apart. Curious. Like through a colander. I thought it would. My boots were creaking I remember now." (U6. 129)
"- The weather is changing, he said quietly.
- A pity it did not keep up fine, Martin Cunningham said.
- Wanted for the country, Mr Power said. There's the sun again coming out.
Mr Dedalus, peering through his glasses towards the veiled sun, hurled a mute curse at the sky.
- It's as uncertain as a child's bottom, he said." (U7.132)